Chapter 17 Savior

• "How did you know we're here?" I asked Montero who sat on a red sofa in the club's vip area, sipping on wine.
• He let out a breathy laugh like it was a nonsensical question. "A father always knows where his children are."
• My jaw clenched, and hands fisted in anger. "You call yourself a father? A father doesn't make his children's lives a living hell," I snapped. I didn't plan to anger him anymore than he already was, but he made it impossible for me to resist.